ELARA~
Bags of takeout littered the kitchen island. I opened a bag of fries, but the salt just felt like sand in my mouth. My appetite had been the first casualty of the morning.
"And what exactly are you really thinking about now huh? The scandal... Or me?"
"You should stop thinking about me, Elara Jones."
I squeezed the burger wrapper in my hand until the bun gave way. I stared at the mess I had made, then tossed the whole mess in the trash.
"Do you need help miss?" Sandre asked as he walked in on me half way to cleaning.
My composure was slipping and I knew if I stayed here longer, I'd probably transfer my aggression to him. I retreated to my room without responding.
I wasn't even sure which part pissed me off more. The signal jammer still being there or the fact that she had the audacity to disappear again after everything she'd said the next day.
